Kade POVI exhale heavily. “She thinks it’s my fault Paul did what he did. That I should’ve never left. That Amelia running, everything, it all comes back to me.”Rook tilts his head slightly. “And do you agree?”I don’t answer right away. I don’t want to. But the silence stretches between us, pressing against my ribs, and eventually, I just nod.“Yeah,” I say quietly. “I do.”He watches me for a long moment, his expression unreadable, then sighs. “You know what I think?”I don’t answer.He steps closer, pressing right up against me, his voice dropping low. “I think you want to punish yourself. And I think you don’t know how.”I clench my jaw, every muscle in my body locking up. “Fuck off, Rook.”His lips twitch, but there’s something darker in his eyes, something knowing. “Hit a nerve, did I?”“Go to hell.”“You first,” he smirks, then nods toward the door. “Come on.”I don’t move. “Where?”“You’ll see.”I exhale through my nose, rubbing the back of my neck before finally, reluctantl
Kade POV“You needed this, didn’t you?” His voice is softer now, but still taunting. “You needed someone to push back, to remind you you’re still in control. But you’re not, are you?” His grip tightens. “Not with me.”My heart pounds, fury and something else clawing up my throat. I bare my teeth at him, every muscle coiled with frustration. “Go to hell, Rook.”He chuckles, his lips curving into that smirk that makes me want to hit him again. “Already there, Mercer.” His hand drops from my throat, and for a second, I think he’s letting me go. But then he grips my jaw, forcing my head up, making me look at him. His thumb brushes over my lip, his expression shifting into something darker. “Now tell me… do you still think you picked the wrong guy to fuck?”I don’t answer. I can’t.His smirk widens as he watches the way my breathing stutters, the way my body betrays me despite the rage burning under my skin. “That’s what I thought.”I should push him off. I should say something, anything,
Rook POVI watch as Kade moves around the room, pulling on his clothes with a tension that wasn’t there before. My mind replays everything that just happened, searching for the moment I might have said something wrong, done something to set him off. He looked fine—more than fine—just a few minutes ago. Now, he looks worse than before, like something is clawing at him from the inside.“Kade,” I reach for him, but he sidesteps me, giving me a smile that’s all wrong. It’s forced, too perfect, like a mask he’s desperate to hold in place.“Okay, for a change, I didn’t call you a cat. Did that piss you off?” I try to joke, hoping to drag him back from whatever storm is brewing in his head.He laughs, and it sounds so fucking amazing and real. “I’m fine,” he says, and it’s such an obvious lie that I just stare at him, waiting for the real answer.Instead, he holds out his hand. “I need your phone. As you know, mine is broken.” His voice is calm, but there’s something off about it, something
Rook POVAs we reach the living room, my father hands Harlow to me without a word and disappears, leaving us standing there. Kade watches the baby in my arms, his expression unreadable.“She’s not my responsibility,” he mutters, his voice flat, like he’s trying to convince himself more than me.“Neither are your sisters, but you’re still going to send money home so they don’t go without,” I reply, not trying to be cruel, just pointing out the reality he refuses to acknowledge.“I’m not now,” he whispers.I freeze for a second, staring at him. “What?”“I’m not sending home money,” he repeats, firmer this time. His eyes are locked on Harlow, but I can see the storm behind them. “I’ve sent enough. Enough so she didn’t have to work constantly, but she still did. If she hadn’t thrown stupid amounts of money at my sisters, she could have cut down her hours and actually paid attention to what was going on.”He’s not just talking about Amelia—he’s talking about Paul. About all of it.I nod sl
Rook POVThe game plays on the TV, lighting up the room in shades of blue and white, but Harlow couldn’t care less. She’s curled up in my arms, her tiny hands gripping my hoodie, sucking on her bottle like it’s the most important thing in the world.“You see that?” I murmur to her, tilting the bottle just right. “That’s a perfect zone entry. Clean, no wasted movement. Just like when you decide to impressively spit up all over me right after I change shirts. Perfect execution, great timing, just like Kade out there.”Harlow makes a small noise, uninterested in my expert hockey analysis, but I keep going anyway.“Now watch, he’s pulling coverage. He’s baiting them in, making them think he’s gonna take the shot. But nah, he’s smarter than that.” I pause, smirking as Kade cuts hard, dragging two defenders with him before flicking a perfect pass across the ice. Tyler catches it clean and fires it straight past the goalie. The lamp flashes red, the crowd goes nuts.“And boom, assist.” I gla
KadeThe low hum of the engine fills the car, the city lights blurring past the window as we move. I sit in the back, one leg stretched out, my fingers absently tapping against my knee. Across from me, Nikolai sits with his usual air of indifference, watching the world outside like it has something to prove to him.He hasn’t said much since we got in, but that’s nothing new. Nikolai Volkov doesn’t talk unless there’s a reason. Which is why, when he finally speaks, I don’t take it lightly.“Forget about Paul, Amelia, and Harlow,” he says, his voice even. “Focus on you, like you always do.”I glance at him, but he isn’t looking at me. Just staring out the window, his expression unreadable.“You better kick ass out there,” he continues. “For a change, I’m betting on your team to win.”That catches me off guard, but I smirk, shaking my head. “You don’t bet on my team?”His lips twitch like he’s amused, but he doesn’t fully smile. “I don’t bet on anything I can’t guarantee.”I huff a laugh
Kade POVI throw my shoulder into the first body that gets in my way, sending some poor bastard sprawling against the boards. The impact rattles up my arm, but I barely register it. The crowd erupts, the sound of the hit echoing through the arena, but I don’t stop to soak it in. I’m already chasing the puck.Ben takes possession at center ice, flicking it toward Tyler, who barely has time to react before I’m there, muscling past the defense and cutting into open space. Tyler sees it, sends a quick pass my way, and I catch it clean on my stick before snapping a shot toward the net.It hits the post with a clang, but I’m already in motion, digging in, forcing my way through the bodies in front of the crease. The rebound comes loose, and I don’t hesitate—I drive forward, my stick cutting through the chaos, and bury the puck in the back of the net.The horn blares, the arena erupts, and for the first time in a long time, I let myself feel it. The adrenaline. The rush. The weight that’s be
Rook POVThe game plays on the TV, lighting up the room in shades of blue and white, but Harlow couldn’t care less. She’s curled up in my arms, her tiny hands gripping my hoodie, sucking on her bottle like it’s the most important thing in the world.“You see that?” I murmur to her, tilting the bottle just right. “That’s a perfect zone entry. Clean, no wasted movement. Just like when you decide to impressively spit up all over me right after I change shirts. Perfect execution, great timing, just like Kade out there.”Harlow makes a small noise, uninterested in my expert hockey analysis, but I keep going anyway.“Now watch, he’s pulling coverage. He’s baiting them in, making them think he’s gonna take the shot. But nah, he’s smarter than that.” I pause, smirking as Kade cuts hard, dragging two defenders with him before flicking a perfect pass across the ice. Tyler catches it clean and fires it straight past the goalie. The lamp flashes red, the crowd goes nuts.“And boom, assist.” I gla
Kade POVDanielle watches, waiting, maybe hoping that I’ll finally break. I don’t. I inhale slowly, shaking the blood from my lips, and laugh.“How long do you think you’ve got left?” I ask, my voice rough but still steady. “Every minute you waste here? That’s more time my men have to find me. And when they do? You’ll be fucking wishing you killed me the second I walked through that door.”The guy in front of me hesitates, glancing back at her, waiting for an order.“Keep going,” she snaps, her voice sharper now.He does. Another punch to my ribs, another to my jaw, but I don’t stop grinning. The pain is sharp, burning through my body, but I don’t let it show. They want me to break. They want me to plead. That’s never going to happen.Danielle steps closer, her eyes locked onto mine. “You think you’re so fucking smart, don’t you?” she
Kade POVI hiss through my teeth, more from the annoyance than the pain. “There you go. That’s a little better.”She glares, dragging the blade in a shallow cut across my side, but she’s still holding back. Testing me. I shake my head, sighing.“See, this is why you’re not going to win,” I say, my voice steady despite the sting. “You don’t actually know how to do this.”Danielle scoffs. “Oh, I don’t?”I tilt my head. “No. If you did, you wouldn’t be wasting time with this weak shit.”She presses the knife in harder, and I grin, feeling her frustration build. “You want to break someone? You don’t start here,” I say, nodding toward my ribs. “You start small. Fingers. Knees. Maybe a little nerve damage if you want to get creative.”She stills, something flickering across her face. Disgust. Uncertainty.&ldq
Kade POVHer nostrils flare as she presses the blade harder, drawing a thin line of blood. “You don’t hold the power here.”“Don’t I?” I whisper, locking eyes with her. “Then why are you the one trying to prove something?”Her grip tightens on the knife, but she hesitates. That’s her biggest fucking problem. She doesn’t commit. She doesn’t know how to follow through.“Let me tell you how this plays out,” I continue, voice smooth despite the sting on my cheek. “You keep me here, keep trying to break me, but it doesn’t work. Eventually, you get frustrated, you get sloppy, and then my men find me. And when they do, you don’t walk away from this.”Her eyes narrow. “You sound pretty fucking confident for someone tied up right now.”“Because I know how this ends.” I smirk. “And so do you.”Danielle exhale
Kade POVLorenzo is weird. Not in a bad way, just… he’s always had that tone in his voice that says he’s not right in the head, and sitting here, talking to him, I know he’s far from right.I glance at my phone again. I know it’s disrespectful, but I want to stay on time and prove to Rook that I won’t mess up.“You keep looking at it,” Lorenzo taps the phone.“Sorry, I just want to stay on schedule.”He nods. “I understand that, which is why, as soon as the hour is up, my watch will vibrate to remind me,” he laughs, and I nod.Maybe that’s what I need to do—rather than constantly checking my phone.I go back to focusing on our conversation, making sure he knows exactly who I am and the kind of person I am. He talks a bit about Nikolai and the time they spent together when he had just started taking over here. He respects Nikolai&mdash
Rook POV“Find him!” I shout, turning back toward the others, fury and fear bleeding into every word.“We’re working on it,” Damon says quickly. “But his phone was found out the back of the restaurant. Smashed.”No. No, no, no. That phone was the only way to find him.“Track my phone,” I demand. “Whoever it is has my phone. Track it!”“We already tried when you didn’t answer my calls,” one of the men mutters. “It’s not giving off a signal.”My head shakes violently. “Nothing? You’ve had nothing? Not a single fucking thing to give you a hint of what they want?”Damon hesitates.I step toward him. “What is it?”His jaw clenches before he finally speaks. “Lorenzo dug into it and he mentioned there were three targets. Kade, you… and Harlow.”Everything inside me stills.
Rook POVHarlow is still relaxed against me.“You having fun, princess?” I murmur, resting my chin on top of her head.She nods against me. “I like it here. It’s quiet, and you and Rose aren’t talking about boring grown-up stuff.”Rose chuckles from where she’s sitting nearby. “I’ll have you know I’m very fun, Harlow.”Harlow tilts her head back, grinning. “You’re fun, but you still say boring stuff sometimes.”I laugh, squeezing her a little. “Well, you got me there.”She sits up a little, looking at me seriously. “Can we stay here forever?”I raise an eyebrow. “Forever is a long time, princess.”She sighs, playing with the edge of my sleeve. “I know, but I like when it’s just us. No busy stuff, no people being mad about things, just us.”Damn. I feel that. I know exactly what
Rook POVFor the first time in a long time, I feel myself fully relax, knowing that he won’t be stretching himself thin anymore. He won’t be trying to do too much, won’t be running himself into the ground trying to be in three places at once.He made the decision, and I know he won’t go back on it.“You okay with it?” he asks, like my opinion actually matters in this.I press a kiss against his forehead. “Yeah. I am.”Kade lets out a quiet breath, his body sinking into mine again. I feel the way his hand tightens around mine, the way he clings to me just a little bit more.For once, he’s letting go of something that doesn’t serve him anymore. And for once, he’s choosing himself. Choosing us.This week has been amazing. It’s weird, I didn’t know what I was missing, I just knew things weren’t right. The more of this week that passed, the more time
Rook POVThe house is simple, almost too simple. The walls are bare stone, the furniture minimal, just enough to make it livable. It’s not extravagant, not dripping in wealth like the places we usually stay, but somehow, that makes it better. There’s nothing here to distract us. No reminders of the world we left behind for the week, no ringing phones, no people demanding our attention. Just us.I walk further in, dragging my fingers along the edge of the wooden table in the center of the room. Kade doesn’t say anything, just watches me with that unreadable look on his face. I know what he’s thinking. This place isn’t like us. But maybe that’s why he chose it.He disappears into the bedroom, and I follow, finding him already stripping off his clothes. He tosses his shirt onto the chair by the window before moving onto his pants. I smirk. “Eager?”He doesn’t bother looking up as he kicks
Kade POVThe meal continues with Rottami di Pollo in Padella, a rustic dish of pan-fried chicken finished in a wood oven. The skin is golden and crisp, the aroma rich and inviting.Rook picks up a piece, biting into it with an appreciative groan. “Okay, I’ll admit, this is really good. But no pasta? No pizza? What kind of Italian meal is this?”I chuckle. “Authentic, traditional. Not the tourist menu.”His lips quirk up as he leans back. “Still think pizza would’ve been a nice touch.”A wedge of Parmigiano Reggiano is placed on the table, the waiter cutting thick slices straight from the wheel. Rook stares at it, his eyes widening slightly.“That is an excessive amount of cheese,” he mutters.“Think you can handle it?” I tease.He grins, taking a generous piece. “Watch me.”When we finally finish that, the final course arrives, Arance all